"It's okay, I'll just become immortal."
Zhao Fu's eyes were calm.
He quietly looked up.
As if having a standoff with all the saints.
The battle fluctuations from beyond the heavens completely dissipated.
The golden hoop tightly bound the other Ancestral Witches.
The remnants of the Celestial Venerable's thoughts were cleansed away.
Taiyin and Taiyang both formed seals with their hands.
The thoughts, aura, and karma belonging to the Ancient Celestial Venerable within the Twelve Ancestral Witches
all in an instant transformed into a point of light and escaped into that pitch-black crack.
In that instant, the Qi Fortune of the entire Witch Demon Continent began to surge.
Any Celestial Pride who rose by relying on Qi Fortune felt a pang of unease.
Because from now on, the Witch Race was almost going to be erased from the entire continent!
And this continent was originally called the Witch Demon Continent!
